Enough already! Last weekend I was feeling under the weather and some sort of cold/flu bug kicked my ass and knocked me out. I slept for a majority of the weekend. I think I was awake for a total of four hours on Saturday, and just a handful on Sunday. Monday, I of course woke up feeling well enough to start my work week (couldn’t even pull a sick day out of the ordeal). During my weekend of sleep I had many complicated, involved, and downright weird dreams. And, though my fever broke Sunday and I’m feeling fine the weird dreams continue. That and I find myself up before 4:40 in the AM — a solid two and a half hours before I have to get up for work.
But, rather than toss and turn in an unsuccessful attempt to fall back asleep — only to have to endure more involving whacked-out dreams that would just leave me more exhausted — I gave up and got out of bed.